In high school I was the badass, MVP football player, baseball too, boxed, always in the gym, etc. etc. Had that stellar badass reputation we all wanted at that age.
I had never wrestled though. Hated it, thought it was gay, I was a "fighter" ...along comes new school wrestling coach and he's eyeing me and trying to recruit me to wrestle. I resisted and one night he shows up my house. Talks to my dad, convinces him I'd make a star wrestler, after all, I'm like top school athlete. Finally I succumb to the pressure and find myself training to wrestle. A sport I know nothing about, heart wasn't really into it. Two weeks later it's our first meet. The whole freaking school is there. I'm put up against a guy my size who has been wrestling since kindergarten or some shit. I know nothing. Keep in mind my stellar reputation in school... The dude nobody messed with and I was good at fighting. So here I am and thirty seconds later this guy pins my ass. Just like that. I'm pissed as I know I can whip this guys ass in a street fight. I was trying to "remember the moves" I had just learned over the past few weeks....during this short match. Fuck that, I just know how to fight. So standing their humiliated and full of teenage rage, in front of the whole school, I rip off my head gear and go at this guy and challenge him to a "real" fight. LOL. The coach and ref had to tackle me. Needless to say, my wresting days were over as fast as they began.